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Dec. 24th, 2003 05:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apocalypsosYay! I'm home for Christmas!
Boo! I immediately got forced to host Christmas Eve!
So, yeah. Eight hours on a bus and now I'm in Pennsylvania, and just for fun, I had the bus with the continually crying baby on it. Wheeee! 'Cause there's nothing like sitting two seats behind a constantly wailing baby forever and a day.
But then I got home, and there was much angsting and vomiting of entire stomach contents, as lo, did my mother go out to lunch with her workmates and drink until the bar ran out of drinks, and yea, but I was seriously being literal there. (Translation: My mom got drunk, but it wasn't like she didn't give me fair warning about that. And also, our bars are small and apparently run out of every drink after two bottles. Cheap bastards.)
And I tell this story because this is how I got stuck hosting Christmas Eve. This basically involved cooking everything and arranging veggie trays, which I was pretty impressed I managed to handle without major explosions or tragic lose of life. My mother even said, "Thank you," which is probably obvious to you guys what with the rivers of blood and plagues of locusts and whatnot.
Then there were presents. Yes, I did get my portable DVD player, but no, I did not get a computer. I did get a couple hundred bucks to put towards a computer, though, so that's something. I also got a lot of nice clothes and some very cute dragonfly earrings and ... um, did I mention the DVD player? Not that I'm not grateful, because I'm always grateful for any present I get, but the fact that my mother took money I could have put towards a computer and bought me some clothes with it goes to show how well she pays attention to me sometimes. All day, I've felt like blurting out, "You know, I wasn't constantly saying my computer was a piece of flaming shit as one big gigantic joke." Like I said, totally grateful, but maaaaaan.
We were supposed to have dinner at my cousin's house tonight, but ... well. My cousin Laurie and her husband Kevin have a dog, Jagger. Jagger is spoiled rotten in that energetic way that means he may be sweet, but he's never going to behave. Kevin's aunt Carol used to babysit Jagger, but he's actually gotten better behaved, so they've been leaving him home alone. Carol came over their house last night to bring Jagger home with her without telling Laurie and Kevin, while the two of them were at our house on Christmas Eve. Carol was leading him out to her car when she slipped on the lawn, fell down, and broke her hip. Yeouch.
So the entire family migrated over to Laurie's parents's house, where we proceeded to make my baby cousin smile and eat these really great baked apples and yay with all the holiday hijinks. And you know you're at one of my family gatherings when you overhear something like my dad telling my cousin, "Don't tell lesbian stories in front of the baby."
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So now I'm watching 100 Moments that Rocked TV. I love stuff like this, but they ask the weirdest people for their input.
Look, I think Justin Timberlake is a very, very pretty guy, but someone please tell him to stop trying to sing R&B, at least as long as he still insists on wearing trucker hats. Dude, make up your mind ... you either want to be Usher or that creepy skanky dumbass who's trying to knock Zagnuts out of the vending machines at the rest stops.
Boo! I immediately got forced to host Christmas Eve!
So, yeah. Eight hours on a bus and now I'm in Pennsylvania, and just for fun, I had the bus with the continually crying baby on it. Wheeee! 'Cause there's nothing like sitting two seats behind a constantly wailing baby forever and a day.
But then I got home, and there was much angsting and vomiting of entire stomach contents, as lo, did my mother go out to lunch with her workmates and drink until the bar ran out of drinks, and yea, but I was seriously being literal there. (Translation: My mom got drunk, but it wasn't like she didn't give me fair warning about that. And also, our bars are small and apparently run out of every drink after two bottles. Cheap bastards.)
And I tell this story because this is how I got stuck hosting Christmas Eve. This basically involved cooking everything and arranging veggie trays, which I was pretty impressed I managed to handle without major explosions or tragic lose of life. My mother even said, "Thank you," which is probably obvious to you guys what with the rivers of blood and plagues of locusts and whatnot.
Then there were presents. Yes, I did get my portable DVD player, but no, I did not get a computer. I did get a couple hundred bucks to put towards a computer, though, so that's something. I also got a lot of nice clothes and some very cute dragonfly earrings and ... um, did I mention the DVD player? Not that I'm not grateful, because I'm always grateful for any present I get, but the fact that my mother took money I could have put towards a computer and bought me some clothes with it goes to show how well she pays attention to me sometimes. All day, I've felt like blurting out, "You know, I wasn't constantly saying my computer was a piece of flaming shit as one big gigantic joke." Like I said, totally grateful, but maaaaaan.
We were supposed to have dinner at my cousin's house tonight, but ... well. My cousin Laurie and her husband Kevin have a dog, Jagger. Jagger is spoiled rotten in that energetic way that means he may be sweet, but he's never going to behave. Kevin's aunt Carol used to babysit Jagger, but he's actually gotten better behaved, so they've been leaving him home alone. Carol came over their house last night to bring Jagger home with her without telling Laurie and Kevin, while the two of them were at our house on Christmas Eve. Carol was leading him out to her car when she slipped on the lawn, fell down, and broke her hip. Yeouch.
So the entire family migrated over to Laurie's parents's house, where we proceeded to make my baby cousin smile and eat these really great baked apples and yay with all the holiday hijinks. And you know you're at one of my family gatherings when you overhear something like my dad telling my cousin, "Don't tell lesbian stories in front of the baby."
********
So now I'm watching 100 Moments that Rocked TV. I love stuff like this, but they ask the weirdest people for their input.
Look, I think Justin Timberlake is a very, very pretty guy, but someone please tell him to stop trying to sing R&B, at least as long as he still insists on wearing trucker hats. Dude, make up your mind ... you either want to be Usher or that creepy skanky dumbass who's trying to knock Zagnuts out of the vending machines at the rest stops.
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Date: 2003-12-25 03:57 pm (UTC)